#AmericanWriters
I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift
takes lot of desperation dissatisfaction and
I only met one student at City College that I liked, Robert Becker. He wanted to be a writer. “I’m going to learn everything there is to learn about writing. It will be like taking a ca...
they laugh continually even when a board falls down and destroys a face or distorts a
what’s bad about all this is watching people drinking coffee and waiting. I would
Beowulf may have killed Grendel a… Grendel’s mother but he couldn’t kill this one:
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
all the way from Mexico straight from the fields to 14 wins 13 by k.o. he was ranked #3
Wednesday night found me at the airport waiting for Iris. I sat around and looked at the women. None of them—except for one or two—looked as good as Iris. There was something wrong with...
The first thing I remember is being under something. It was a table, I saw a table leg, I saw the legs of the people, and a portion of the tablecloth hanging down. It was dark under the...
My father had two brothers. The younger was named Ben and the older was named John. Both were alcoholics and ne’er-do-wells. My parents often spoke of them. “Neither of them amount to a...
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
Lydia had two children; Tonto, a boy of 8, and Lisa, the little girl of 5 who had interrupted our first fuck. We were together at the table one night eating dinner. Things were going we...
the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle
The riots ended, the baby calmed down, and I found ways to avoid Janko. But the dizzy spells persisted. The doctor wrote me a standing order for the green-white librium capsules and the...